A French Sportsman 



day's work, or may not even get a rise. The one 

 would soon pall on me, whereas the other would 

 never do so ! 



We had several more days' excellent sport 

 on this grand little river, but did not again 

 manage to account for so many fish in one 

 day. 



An amusing incident happened on this river 

 during our stay. A French training-ship put in 

 to Reykjavik, and some of the officers went 

 ashore with their guns to get some shooting. 

 One sportsman happened on this river, and when 

 he arrived at the Foss, which is situated only a 

 quarter of a mile from the sea, he saw a lot of 

 salmon leaping the falls to ascend the river. 

 This was a chance not to be missed, so he 

 promptly set to and shot twelve fine fish, re- 

 trieving them in due course as they were carried 

 over a shallow below. The river watcher came 

 upon him as he was indulging in this pastime. 

 Mutual explanations followed, then the French- 

 man lifted his hat and departed minus the 

 fish! 



The Bellona was sent up to Iceland on Fishery 

 Protection duties, for the trawlers that sail 

 from England require looking after in various 

 ways. Our ship, therefore, had to move about 

 from place to place for this purpose. We often 

 put into various fjords for a day or night. It 

 was then that Grant Dalton and I got many a 



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